“Oh, I am sorry!” said Maud.  “I hoped Gracie could go and would enjoy it.  But I am glad we may tell Chester that Lu can.”

“I have written my acceptance of his kind invitation,” Lulu said, “and will send it in the morning.”

“Captain,” said Frank, “if you will let Miss Grace go I promise to take all possible care of her.  Won’t it seem a trifle hard to her to have to stay at home while her sister and the rest of us are having such a good time?”

“I think not,” the captain answered.  “Grace is the best and most dutiful of daughters, always satisfied with her father’s decisions; thinking he knows what is best for her.  Also she loves her home and home pleasures; indeed thinks there is no other place quite equal to home.”

“It is a lovely place, that’s a fact,” Frank returned with a slight laugh, “but variety is the spice of life, and possibly Miss Grace’s health might be better if she tried more of that spice.”

“I think that if you ask her you will learn that a pleasant variety is not, and has not been, lacking in her experience of life,” was the captain’s pleasant-toned rejoinder.

“I am sure of it,” remarked Maud.  “I never knew anybody who seemed to me happier or more light-hearted than Gracie.  And, oh, but she dotes upon her father!”

“As all his children do,” said Lucilla, giving him a look of ardent affection.

“You will not keep my daughter out very late?” the captain said, addressing Frank in a tone of inquiry.

“No, sir; we expect to get home before dark.  But if anything should happen to detain us you need not be uneasy.  We will take good care of her and return her to you in safety.”

“We are staying out rather late now ourselves, Frank, and I think should be starting for home,” said Maud, rising and turning to Violet to begin her adieus.

“Father,” said Lucilla, turning to him when their callers had gone, “please don’t let me go at all if you expect to be the least bit anxious about me.  I would far rather stay at home than cause you a moment’s uneasiness.”

“My dear child, I must allow you a little liberty—­let you out of my sight sometimes,” he said with a smile.  “But it pleases me that you are so ready and willing to do whatever you find most pleasing to your father,” he added, pressing affectionately the hand she had put into his.

“Are you not afraid my father will make me miserably conceited—­giving me so much more commendation than I deserve?” she asked with a roguish look and pleased laugh.

“I hope not; you will fall very much in my estimation if you grow conceited and vain.  I do not think you that now; but, remember, love is blind, and your father’s love for you is very great.”

“Yes, you dear papa, I know that and it makes me, oh, so happy,” she said with joyous look and tone.

“As I think you have reason to be, Lu,” Violet said, regarding her husband and his daughter with a smile of pleased sympathy.